Laid-off and re-employment

In ancient times, there was Fan Jin Zhongju, and now there are Zhangren who won the prize.In fact, Zhang Bieyu didn't even see clearly what prize he had won, he just saw the word "Congratulations" and fast-forwarded directly to the atavistic dance celebration.

When he raised his legs and turned around, he was about to roar, when he saw Yan Zhuoying standing there dumbfounded holding a large bouquet of flowers hanging with congratulations on the killing, and Zhang Feifan standing behind him, his eyes were erratic and he didn't dare to look back, looking left and right Embarrassingly unnaturally.

Zhang Bieyu: ...

Oh Shettle.

Yan Zhuoying blinked, recalling Zhang Bieyu's actions just now, paused and started to save the stage: "You danced quite well just now, it's no problem to be on stage."

"Really, thank you." Zhang Bieyu heheed twice, slowly lowered his legs and asked, "Today ended so early?"

Yan Zhuoying nodded: "It's just an ending scene, it will be over soon."

His last scene today was also Liu Zhongheng's last scene in the play. He sat in the same high-end restaurant as Xiao Cheng played by Qi Yun, dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and finally became the decent person he wanted to be.

Even though this meal was not cheap and affordable for him, it fulfilled his wish for a long time. In Liu Zhongheng's heart, it seemed to mark that he had the right to enjoy life from today.

Shaking the red wine glass in his hand, he smiled at Xiao Cheng who met again but didn't know each other. Liu Zhongheng's story ended here, but Yan Zhuoying's story gradually began from here.

"Are the boxes ready?" Yan Zhuoying handed the flowers to Zhang Feifan, asking him to find a place to insert them in the store, then turned to look at Zhang Bieyu and said, "Director Yan and they will be here in a while."

"It's all ready. I'll buy all the dishes for today. Don't worry, I'll arrange them according to the level of the Manchu Banquet." Zhang Bieyu smiled at him.

Yan Zhuoying nodded: "There is no need to be so exaggerated. By the way, what did you just say that you won? Have you bought a lottery ticket?"

Wait a minute, the lottery draw is not now.

Aware of this problem, Yan Zhuoying's expression suddenly became solemn, looking at Zhang Bieyu suddenly a little nervous, could it be that he bought an illegal underground lottery?Or did you participate in an online casino in Macau, was tempted by a sexy croupier to deal cards online, and suddenly stepped into the abyss of gambling?

"Uh... this, I just won the lottery for retweeting Weibo before." Zhang Bieyu subconsciously concealed the fact that he retweeted Zhuoying's fan Weibo.

I always feel like saying in front of the owner, I retweeted your fan Weibo and got a toilet seat of your same style that is not adjusted properly.

When Yan Zhuoying heard that it was a Weibo lottery draw, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief, and said with a smile, "So it was a Weibo lottery draw. What did you win? So happy."

"I haven't watched it yet." Zhang Bieyu was reminded by him, picked up his phone and turned on the screen to have a look. He first saw the four words "Smart Home" in front of him, Yixi, but fell silent instantly after seeing the words after that.

[Smart Home Yanzhuoying with the same smart toilet seat]

The picture next to it is still Yan Zhuoying standing next to the toilet with a cold face, one hand propped on the wall to support his body, and the other hand is holding a smart toilet seat.

A little bit handsome, a little bit flamboyant, and a little bit differently bad.

Zhang Bieyu: ...

"What did you hit?" Seeing that he was silent, Yan Zhuoying stretched out his head to look at his phone, and saw the CP photo of the toilet that he had been ridiculed crazily.

Yan Zhuoying: ...

He originally wanted to ask what kind of lottery this was and why the toilet that he endorsed won, but the impact of the photo was too great, shaking Yan Zhuoying in place, and he just wanted to divert Zhang Bieyu's attention from his CP photo of the toilet.

Yan Zhuoying coughed and wanted to say something, but didn't know where to start.

In fact, this photo is quite handsome, but there are some problems with the partner's products, which makes him not like being in a studio, but like a five-star toilet, and the atmosphere is a bit out of order.

He thought and thought, and could only say: "Now you know why I terminated the contract with Chuanxin. Dong Dali's nephew Wei Litu accepted the endorsement for me, and whoever gave the most money would accept it, regardless of the brand. affected."

"This brand is not Sanwu, it's also a big brand in the bathroom, but is this product really the same in your house?" Zhang Bieyu asked.

Yan Zhuoying nodded: "It is true that there is a toilet that uses this. The installation is also very simple. You can call their customer service, and someone will come to the door the next day."

"I can't pretend." Zhang Bieyu clicked his tongue, "The house I live in now doesn't have a toilet, it's the kind of pit."

Yan Zhuoying: ...

"Ah? Then you usually squat..." Yan Zhuoying promptly stopped the fantasies about Zhang Bieyu's squatting at home. Looking at Zhang Bieyu's eyes, he was shocked, "Aren't you tired? Your legs are not Is it numb?"

Don't you feel like the daughter of the sea walking on the tip of a knife after going to the toilet?

"Fortunately, I'm not constipated. The main reason is that I'm used to squatting on the toilet. If I sit on the toilet, I won't be able to get out." Zhang Bieyu clicked his tongue, looking at the toilet seat a little worried.

I have no place to use it at home, so I just hang salted fish and buy it to make a profit and forget it, but this toilet seat is very high-end, and it looks like it massages and cleans the buttocks...

Maybe men should really be nicer to their bums?

Zhang Bieyu was in a heartbeat, and Zhang Feifan, who had already arranged the flowers, came over at this time, and said to Yan Zhuoying, "Brother Yan, you go to the box and sit first, Director Yan and they are coming soon."

Yan Zhuoying responded, patted Zhang Bieyu on the shoulder, and told him to go to the private room with her and have lunch together.

"It's fine for you and Sister Tao to go, I won't show up in the back kitchen for you to watch." Zhang Bieyu smiled at him, "Today's chef is Gao Budong, the one you said his braised pork is delicious. I told him that he was very happy after you praised him, and said that he would cook a good meal today."

In fact, Gao Budong offered to contract this table of food. The approval of Yan Zhuoying, a big star, was one reason, and another important reason was that Zhang Feifan was coming back soon.

Other companies have introversion, and the restaurant's back kitchen can also be involuntary. Zhang Feifei and Gao Dongdong are in the eye of the whirlpool. The involuntary is not at 01:30, but half of the Kaixuan Tu Restaurant.

Sour radish and duck soup stewed for a day, Buddha jumping over the wall prepared for three days, freshly killed sea bass made of honey tin foil sea bass, and the small local chicken raised by the farmer is stir-fried with chili peppers, and freshly ground soft tofu is served with meat Sprinkle a handful of chopped green onions on the soup...

Gao Budong carefully formulated the high-level star-limited set meal of Kaixuan Local Restaurant, including delicacies from mountains and seas and local farmhouse dishes. Even Zhang Bieyu couldn't help but sigh that Gao Budong's craftsmanship is farting under the quilt, capable of writing and martial arts.

Everything is ready, just wait for the reception at the door to hear the news that the guests have arrived, and the back kitchen will start serving meals directly.

Yan Cheng and the others went to the private room and sat down at two tables. The air conditioner cooled their body temperature. When they didn't feel hot just now, the waiter knocked on the door and came in to serve the food.

When the lid is lifted, the fragrance is soaring.

Song Ji, the former head of the second store of Kaixuan and now Zhuoying's manager Song Qiutao, who helped to serve the dishes, reported the names of the dishes. There is no such thing as growing up listening to music, only green and pollution-free, which makes people feel at ease.

Yan Zhuoying sat at the table and looked at one dish after another, secretly glad in his heart that Assistant Yang sent a letter back to deal with the contract today, otherwise he would not be able to eat a single bite of so much meat today.

After Song Ji and Zhang Qianping helped serve the dishes, they hurried back to the back kitchen to report the situation to the boss Zhang Bieyu.

Zhang Bieyu was sitting on a small stool and asked Gao BuTong to give him another bowl of Buddha Jumping Wall, but Gao BuTong asked him to wait.Seeing Song Ji and Zhang Qianping coming in, Zhang Bieyu quickly waved them over to ask how the situation was going.

"Report to the boss, everything is normal." Zhang Qianping looked serious, "I heard at least three people say it smells good."

"Okay, check again and report again." Zhang Bieyu stretched out his hand and quickly dispatched Zhang Qianping to deliver the iced watermelon juice he had just prepared.

Song Ji was obviously better than Zhang Qianping, and looked at Zhang Bieyu and said, "Not only did they say it smells good, but I also saw that Yan Zhuoying took out his mobile phone to take a picture. Boss, you didn't see it. Yan Zhuoying is really handsome." , more handsome than on TV, Huo Hongyun is also so beautiful, even more beautiful than what my sister said."

Zhang Bieyu nodded: "Enen, what about after taking the photo?"

"Ah? I took a photo after I took a photo. I just watched them come out after serving the food." Song Ji looked at Zhang Bieyu, "How about I go back and take a look now?"

Zhang Bieyu saw him wave his hand: "Forget it, you just tell them to listen and call someone in the box. If there is anything you need, come over in time."

Song Ji responded, turned around and left, Zhang Bieyu was sitting on the ponytail with his mobile phone and was about to refresh Moments, to see if Yan Zhuoying took photos and posted them on Moments, when he suddenly smelled the aroma of red oil.

On the small table in front of him was a bowl of red oil, with white and green green onion floating on top of Chao Shou, pepper powder stuck to the white skin of Chao Shou, like dimples on the snow-white cheeks of Tang Dynasty women.

"The base soup is made from free-range chicken, the minced meat is made from pork, and the chili red oil is boiled by myself. Boss, please taste it first." Gao Budong stared at Zhang Bieyu's face and said word by word: "Absolutely not. It will taste worse than Zhang Feifan's sour soup dumplings."

For a moment, Zhang Bieyu felt the innate competitive spirit and fighting spirit of human beings.

He looked at Chaoshou in front of him, then at Gao Budong with a serious face in front of him, thought for a while and asked, "Are you overhearing my conversation with Zhang Feifan?"

"No, I just overheard it." Gao Butong said frankly and confidently that Zhang Bieyu would definitely fall in love with this smell.

Zhang Bieyu was really hungry, so instead of talking nonsense with him, he ate one with chopsticks, then blew away the red oil and took a sip of the soup carefully, then turned his head to look at Gao Budong after a moment of silence.

"Tomorrow, I hope this Chao Shou will appear on my menu tomorrow." Zhang Bieyu looked at him, "Just call it different red oil Chao Shou, OK?"

"very OK." Gao BuTong showed a triumphant smile.

Zhang Bieyu ate red oil in the back kitchen and was so hot that he wiped his sweat while Yan Zhuoying was socializing with people in the private room while picking vegetables into his own bowl.

The mouth can't stop at all.

Just now he caught a chicken wing and was about to eat it, when Qi Yun on the right suddenly called out to him with a smile.

"Hey, Brother Qi, tell me." Yan Zhuoying could only put down his chopsticks and look at him.

Qi Yun looked at him and asked, "I don't know how your next announcement will be arranged. Do you have time after this year?"

"It seems that there is no arrangement for this at the moment. I have to ask Sister Tao for the specifics." Yan Zhuoying asked, "Brother Qi, what do you want?"

Qi Yun coughed and said in a low voice: "That's it. My plan is to shoot a movie by myself, and I already have a script. After getting along with you during filming, I think you are very suitable for one of the roles. I don't know. Are you interested here?"